As Oliver's car disappeared down the hotel's driveway with a half-asleep Vicky inside, Ella finally sat properly in her seat, bit her lip, and turned to Liam. "Will Vicky really be okay with Oliver taking her home? She… looked like she doesn't even like him."
Liam let out a low chuckle, his eyes twinkling knowingly. "She'll be fine. And trust me, it's the opposite. Vicky likes Ollie more than she'll ever admit. Don't let her constant irritation fool you—it's all an act."
Ella tilted her head curiously. "Really? And how exactly do you know that?"
"It's been obvious since we were kids," Liam said, a nostalgic smile tugging at his lips.
"She fell for him the moment Nick first introduced him to us. Back then, Oliver was one of the top scholars in my father's sponsorship program. Dad would invite all his scholars over once a month for dinner.
